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◈ Chapter 29 - Altus Amor

"I'm glad I finally met you. "If you think that a pretty gem like you was under the guidance of that slut-like Artemis..."

Atalanta, who suddenly changed dozens of clothes in the blink of an eye, was in a daze.

What was more important than that was the identity of the noble lady who had brought this cloud, and even more urgent than that was the safety of Dianeth.

"Hey, goddess...?"

"Why? Maybe it's uncomfortable. Is there anything you don't like? Still, would it have been better to wear a necklace?"

Like an excited mother dressing up her daughter, the lady smiled kindly and asked about her intentions.

And with the morning star-like eyes shining beneath that smile, Atalanta realized who she was.

She claims to be the guardian deity of the crescent moon and virgins, and is also a goddess who can call Artemis, whom Atalanta reveres, without hesitation.

Even if I tried to pretend not to notice her beautiful eyes and the elegance that came out in every single hand gesture, it was impossible just to meet her.

"Hey, Hera?"

Queen of the gods, mistress of Olympus.

Atalanta could not keep her mouth shut at the identity of her noble wife who appeared out of nowhere and made her beautiful.

"Hehe, he's really smart. "Those dull heroes are just fools who make foolish mistakes even with God in front of them."

Hera smiled, as if even her goofy face was pretty, and put her own perfume on her hand and touched her head.

"Tsk tsk... I guess I should at least send some balm to my Chariklo. "The forest where young heroes grow. Nymphs have no sense of reality in this regard."

"Yes, yes!"

No goddess in the world dares to stand in front of her, and she is the queen of the gods, who is said to give up her place even to the dynasty of the gods.

Atalanta felt like her soul was going out at the fact that such a goddess was touching her own hair.

"Okay! That's it! "Look at this!"

With a dazed feeling, Atalanta quietly surrendered her body to her touch.

A large mirror slowly appeared from the clouds and reflected Atalanta's image.

"Uh...?"

"How! "You look like a new bride in early summer!"

The Atalanta reflected in her mirror was literally unrecognizable to herself.

First of all, Atalanta's clean body without any minor wounds looked like a lioness roaming the grassland.

Elegant and beautiful, but a fascinating beast with molars that can be fatal at any time!

To Atalanta, who boasted of her wild beauty and elegance, her excessive decoration and extravagant fabrics were actually poison.

When her auburn hair, which had been scattered and stiff, was brushed with perfume to bring out the red energy, her swells sparkled like fire, and when combined with her healthy brown skin, she looked like the spirit of summer.

In addition, a scarlet himation resembling dusk, woven with great care by nymphs of the golden tree, and a belt decorated with daffodils carved with ruby and black jade on a body of lapis and platinum.

And a shoulder shawl that adds mystery with quiet magic like a curtain of night is added.

Atalanta was so beautiful that she could rival any other goddess.

'Is this...Me?'

Atalanta couldn't take her eyes off herself in the mirror.

The queen of the gods smiled softly, gently holding her shoulder and whispering in her ear.

"Well, how are you? Do you like them?"

"Yes...Yes, Your Majesty..."

As she nodded her head in a dazed mood, Atalanta in the mirror also nodded her head in front of her.

If she were like this, would Dianes' heart beat as much as she did?

Will she make you shiver when you hold her hand, and will the whole world stop when you look into her eyes?

It was a moment when the thought passed by.

"Dianes!"

"Oh my goodness?"

"Your Majesty! D, Dianes. Dianeth is in danger!"

The gigantic thunderbolt of Hercules is still vivid in my mind.

And Dianeth clearly took the brunt of this.

Now was not the time for her to be like this!

Looking at those beautiful ruby-colored eyes that were moist with her tears, Hera smiled, narrowing her wide eyes as if she was slightly surprised.

How beautiful are children in love!

This would be a great blessing for her young apostle, who carried out her divine punishment on her behalf.

"Don't worry. "The child who will be your companion is safe."

Hera beckoned, and the clouds at her feet retreated slightly, revealing the land beneath her.

Below, in the middle of the completely half-destroyed Colosseum, was a bloodied Dianes standing alone with Hercules lying unconscious before her.

"Oh my... The injury looks a bit serious?"

"Dianes!"

Dianes, who was staggering and looking down at her arms, slowly fell backwards and fell to the floor.

At the same time, Diane was smiling as she looked at the sky alone, wondering what was so good about it, but she soon closed her eyes and lowered her head.

"Aaaaah!"

"Calm down, I just passed out."

"Yes? Well, then..."

"Of course, if we leave it like that until the medical staff comes, I don't know about that black illegitimate child, but that child seems to be in danger."

Of course it was a lie.

In Hera's opinion, the power of the minor hero named Dianes was no less powerful than Hercules, so there was no way that blood loss could have put his life in danger.

However, crisis was like an acolyte that made love even more beautiful.

If she takes advantage of this opportunity, Dianes will praise her and praise her for her devotion to the gift Hera has sent her.

The daughter of Artemis, who has lived her dreary life without knowing her love, will praise her with tears at the sweetness of her affection that she has gifted her.

It seemed like I could already see it.

The praise of the heroic couple that resounded throughout Greece exalted her deity forever.

The beautiful poetry that Poseidon and Ares praised so much decorates her temple!

All of her Greece will praise her and seek her blessings.

Praising her divine power that led young heroes to happiness!

Just looking at the illegitimate child with an unholy name lying in the corner with his eyes closed made her feel a thousand-year-old pain, and her mood was already far beyond its peak.

"Uh, uh, what should I do?"

Atalanta had tears in her eyes and seemed ready to throw herself down there at any moment.

Hera smiled slightly at this and gave her one of her beautifully crafted glass bottles from her arms.

"It is an elixir created by my adoptive mother, Tetus. "It's a magic medicine that instantly heals any wound."

"Thank you!"

Now, is this enough?

Just as she was about to be satisfied, the best shot that would surely connect these two beautiful lovers came to her mind.

"But"

As soon as she received the bottle, Hera's stern voice caught Atalanta, who was about to jump away.

As if the elegant smile she had just smiled upon was a mistake, the Queen of the Gods spoke as she looked at Atalanta with her majestic eyes.

"The name of that elixir is altus amor. "It is deep love."

"Deep love...?"

"Yes, it is an elixir that can only be effective if delivered with a single kiss, and its effectiveness becomes as strong as the love that the kisser gives to the kiss recipient."

Of course it was a lie.

The elixir she gave to Atalanta was an elixir of recovery that her adoptive mother, Tethys, had sent with her affection and concern to Hera, who had recently fallen to the end of her world.

The elixir of elixirs that even healed Hera, who had suffered by hanging at the edge of her world with an anvil at the end of her feet, all recovered with just one sip.

Perhaps, with the amount given to Atalanta, even if Dianes was in danger of dying three or four times, as long as she held her breath, she would be brought back to life.

'What kind of face will that child show when she sees her lover so neatly restored by her own kiss?'

The Queen of the Gods nodded her head inwardly with satisfaction and outwardly addressed her young protege with a solemn queenly tone.

"However, if that love is false or your love is one-sided, you will lose your life instead of that child living. How do you feel? Will you accept this?"

"..."

Hera was delighted with her elixir setting, which she thought was truly the best.

Even to Hera, the child named Dianes would live a life as complicated as Hercules.

What if another female hero, whom she handpicked, takes the place next to her and supports her and overcomes her hardships together? Is there anything more beautiful than her?

But what if Atalanta refuses to make the leap to live alone?

At that time, it was just that I was not a vessel to be with Hera's apostle.

All she had to do was find another extraordinary woman and connect her with Dianes.

"What shall we do?"

Atalanta looks down at the elixir in her hand with her trembling eyes.

Hera quietly watched the new bride-to-be.

And soon, she lifted her head again and looked up at Hera, those ruby eyes shining dazzlingly with determination and with her overflowing love.

"I will! I'll do it! Even if this life disappears!"

It was great!!

It was a moment when the domestic goddess burst into joy.

◈ Chapter 30 - A Conversation in the Fog

A desolate field with a black river flowing violently to the side and a serpent-like mountainside rippling in the distance.

I was standing in the middle of it all.

It's a familiar place.

A training ground for the Twelve Gods, where sometimes they would aim their swords with a sword-wielding warrior, and sometimes they would clash spears with a spear-wielding expert.

Now, in the midst of life and death, neither dead nor alive, I was being manipulated, or rather trained, by the great demons of the Heavenly Demon Church who introduced themselves as the Twelve Gods of Demons.

"..."

What kind of crazy person is trying to catch me today?

As I was raising my guard, a strange sound suddenly struck my ears, along with the sound of cutting air.

-Tiring~

'Ah, this is the gayageum sound...'

Wait, gayageum?

A sudden intuition struck me and I hurriedly left my seat.

And at the same time, the new golden note flew in like an arrow.

-Shaak!

"100 million!"

Exactly where I was standing, dust rose up and a scar appeared as if it had been hit with a knife.

-Tiding! Tidididididding!

And with the dizzying performance that followed, the fog that covered the wilderness dispersed, and a performance full of anticipation flew toward me.

"Please tell me to get started!"

I shouted in anger, but the cruelly beautiful gold notes continued incessantly.

Even as I gritted my teeth on the gold note, I busily began to use the footwork as I had learned.

-Tiding! Ding! Tiding!

The dagger fired in a short, monotonous manner sharply bends the air and scatters it.

-Tiddididdididdind! Tiding! Tididididiinding!

The major key, which strikes from all directions like a long whip, moves quickly one beat at a time and brings flow.

[Yes, Jangdan's cartoons have come to follow to some extent.]

So how about this?

When the voice beyond the fog spoke in a laughing voice, the golden sound that had subsided for a moment suddenly turned over.

-Ridge! Doo doo!

String sound, which is originally made by plucking thin strings, is characterized by a thin and sharp sound, unlike percussion instruments such as pianos or drums.

But what on earth does that heavy string sound mean?

Before I could question the identity of the musician playing the gold, a heavy gold sound fell towards me.

As for why it fell apart on a note...

-Ridge!

-Bang!

Because the place I was standing literally collapsed, as if some kind of meteor had fallen.

I hurriedly jumped into the air to avoid it, but it was a moment of near miss as I felt a chill in my stomach.

[Did you throw yourself into the air? [Being foolish]

-Ridge! Ridge! Duddudung!

As the voice said, it was a foolish choice.

A crossfire envelops me in an instant.

It wasn't difficult to imagine myself being bloodied by that sound shell flying through the air.

'Shit'

Still, since Asclepius is there, he won't die.

",,,For a moment. Asclepius?"

The unfamiliar name that suddenly came to mind suddenly brought back memories like a flood.

The giant fist hammer of Hercules that shook the sky, and the pitch-black demonic spirit that was young in my arms.

When I thought of this, just like that memory, a black divine magic energy glimmered like a shadow on my arms.

"Sigh!"

I gathered them together like a fist and hurled them towards the sound gang that was flying at me.

-Pop! Pop! Pop!

Then, the real magical energy was launched like a missile and exploded all the negative energy.

[Hmm, I guess it's because I'm used to martial arts. Even when dealing with divine power, you treat it like martial arts.]

After neutralizing all of the negative forces and landing back on the ground, a voice in the fog spoke to me.

"...Who are you?"

At first, I thought I was dreaming about training with an old yin gong teacher because I was using a familiar yin gong.

This was because he was aware that it was a dream, and even though it was a dream, it was definitely foreign to see divine magic being used in a realistic way and skill level increasing.

It's okay that I can't feel it because it's a dream, but is Shinmagi this fine?

I can only say that I was either delirious or that another being had dragged me into my dreams.

"You come into my dreams at will, manipulate my memories and use them as weapons? "I guess I'm not an ordinary person."

-Hwiung!

Increasing my momentum by adding energy to my arms, I aimed at the intruder beyond the fog.

"Are you, by any chance, related to this energy that I called divine magic?"

By nature, Shinmagi is an energy that humans cannot be born with.

That's why I, too, cannot operate it properly unless it is according to the rules of the martial arts heart attack, and it was only at the end of the battle with Hercules that it finally manifested to the outside.

This was done based on the past experience of raising Gwon Gang in a trance at an extremely dangerous moment.

However, the fact that such energy can be manipulated so freely must be due to the fact that the source of divine magic energy is right nearby and the ventilation has become free.

Just as the demons grew stronger near me, where they were heavenly demons, and the Taoist monks displayed even greater power in the main mountain where natural guardians were abundant.

[That's amazing. Even though my body has changed, my mind is clear and even my memories are intact. As expected, it is the soul I have chosen.]

The being beyond the fog laughed quietly in a voice that was unclear whether it was admiration or ridicule.

A strange energy that has never been seen in the long history of martial arts.

And he is the source of such energy.

[I told you. When you're ready, I'll come find you. And it seemed like the preparations had just been completed, so I came here with a special feeling.]

Don't be so wary, sorry.

For a being who had even touched the memories of someone else's dream, I heard a very friendly comment and slowly lowered my arms, calming my demonic energy.

Anyway, the other person is the source of the divine magic energy I carry.

Even though it's my dream, if I see her taking the initiative, I won't be able to stop her no matter what she does.

There, the divine magic energy flowed instead of being released, and the revived sixth sense was warning.

The level is different.

Even if the crescent moon goddess is high in the sky, she is clearly visible and she is like the moon that can be conquered someday.

That entity that was hiding behind the fog and watching me unilaterally was the darkness beyond itself.

No matter how much humanity builds up civilization, controls even the thunderbolts of the sky and brings down all the mysteries of the world in the name of science.

Only she will forever watch this little star quietly beyond the fog.

[Oh my goodness? I didn't know that I would already be able to understand and manipulate my spiritual powers so deeply. Is it because it resonated deeply with me when I encountered it in person like this? It's a hindrance]

Admiration for the tricks a small animal can perform in one's hand, or admiration for a newborn baby when he or she is just walking.

The being, who I don't know whether it was her or him, praised me with two similar yet different emotions.

[If this is the case, flowering may also be a little faster. Hehe, that's funny. Even though I wish that day would come, I hope that that day will never come]

How long has it been since I felt this excited?

The mysterious voice added softly.

"Hey, who are you?"

[Me? Well? I don't really want to say anything]

What is he saying now?

As I frowned, the voice chuckled.

[Would you like to come visit me? I'm going to find a path through the dark night and follow it.

If you walk and walk like that, before you know it, you will have climbed the highest mountain and the highest wall to reach me.]

The voice concluded the story one-sidedly, saying that this was the end of the topic about him.

"Hmm, I can't help it."

[Oh? It's surprisingly easy to get over, isn't it?]

If the divine magic energy I embrace came from a voice beyond the fog, it would mean that the process of me getting to know and understand each and every detail of that existence was itself a training process.

Whether it is him or her, a human or a god, even knowing its name.

"If I get the answer here, I may feel relieved for a moment, but since it is not the answer I got, I will definitely be in trouble."

In addition to the goal of simply retraining the body, one more new task has arisen.

That too is a very exciting task.

"I don't know how long it will take, but I'll see you soon."

[...Is there any other heart this happy?]

This time, the voice that whispered as if it was lovely came softly to my ear.

[I will give you a parting gift]

"A gift?"

When I asked a question, an unknown force gently grabbed my face as if it was the answer.

-Side!

Then, a cool, soft touch, like the night air, lightly touched my forehead and then fell.

[If you block any oracle, it will change the flow, and no power will be able to oppress you. So, please feel free to wander around this unfamiliar world.]

After saying those words, my consciousness slowly began to subside.

Where are we going? When you fall asleep in a dream, is it reality or just another dream?

[Oh, you also have brothers and sisters. If you meet them, be friendly!]

...Eh? Brothers and sisters?

What does that mean?

When I raised my eyes again to question.

The real world, completely opposite to the desolate landscape of my dream, was welcoming me.

Clear skies, bright sunshine.

And.

"Town?"

"Town?"

Even a woman who was kissing me, as beautiful as a goddess.

...At this level, you could say that everything is literally the opposite.

◈ Chapter 31 - More Sensual Than Any Perfume, More Severe Than Any Medicine

In the past, after taking control of the Heavenly Demon Church, I spent a hot night with many women.

Sometimes alone, sometimes with many people.

In a cozy bedroom, in a moonlit garden.

Sometimes they coveted each other out of pleasure, and sometimes they embraced each other for political purposes.

However, it is natural that any pleasure eventually becomes numb in the end.

No scent could intoxicate me and no pleasure could hold me back.

If I had ever held a woman's hand, I would have no wish, but if I were to see myself in my past life, I would spit and say that I was full, but once I calmed down the boiling blood for a moment, all that was left was a deep thirst.

To quench that thirst, my eyes naturally turned to the wide expanse of central plains.

After heading to the central plains on the Jaecheongeo made for me under the banner of conquering the martial arts world, I naturally became distant from women.

It is no longer about the achievement gained from competing against the martial arts masters, which is more important than the desire to lust after women's bodies.

This is because the pleasure of conquering the hypocritical factions one by one was even greater.

So I guess I forgot.

What is it that captivates men so fiercely?

When I opened my eyes, the first thing that hit me was the scent.

The mystical experience that had come in my dream and even the more freely operating divine magic were forgotten by the sweet scent that filled my nose and mouth as if it was suffocating.

An animalistic and sensual scent that no perfume or oil can dare to imitate.

A fatal poison that women carry, worse than any other medicine in the world.

How can a woman's demeanor be so cruel that it reduces both kings and heroes to beasts?

Intoxicated by the poison that had penetrated deep into my young and innocent body, I greedily lusted after those lips as I remembered from my past life.

As I stretched out my arms and hugged her delicate body, the Twilight Woman opened her ruby-colored eyes wide in surprise, but she did not let go.

"Uhm...!"

Just leave your trembling body to me, like a deer caught in the hands of a wild beast.

Just before hiding behind the horizon, dark hair swaying like sunlight tinged with darkness.

Light brown skin with a sensual wild beauty shimmering beneath the black shoulder shawl.

Above all, the ruby-colored eyes melting with surprise and delight right before my eyes made me willingly surrender to a primal desire that I had forgotten for a long time.

"Huh...Paha..."

"Haha..."

I was lusting after those lips so intently that I thought that her woman had forgotten to breathe, so I parted my lips from hers for a moment and before I knew it, my position and that of her woman were reversed.

Like a little bird caught in the talons of a bird of prey, her body with her shoulder shawl spread out like wings, the woman in her twilight lay beneath me, and I pressed her with my whole body, her lips in a frenzy. It was coveted.

An elegant yet strong female body as if embracing a wild beast.

The muscles that gently touched my body beyond the softness of hugging fur gave joy to my arms and chest that were entangling them, and the scarlet clothes and accessories rustling between them were tickling my ears pleasantly.

Of all of them, the most beautiful thing is those ruby-colored eyes that melt and contain only me as if mesmerized.

It was the moment when I was about to touch those eyes again, which aroused a man's natural desire to conquer.

"Dia... Ness..."

"Who is it?"

To my surprise, she knew me.

She was looking at me with shaking eyes, placing her trembling hands on my chest and calling my name as if pleading.

"I have no relationship with a goddess like you?"

"What..?"

The woman with moist eyes smiled softly, probably because she liked the joke I made.

But even then, my patience was wearing thin by the minute.

"My body was filled with strength, and my torn muscles and bones became strong as if they had been reborn. I feel like my body is about to explode with all the vitality that has been depleted.

"This is probably something you did me a favor for, right?"

The sound of my voice ringing in my ears was so rough and instinctive that the shred of reason left in my head was surprised.

Like a wild beast growling at its prey, barely able to control her boiling desire, I whispered in her ear as if threatening.

"Wrong?"

"Oh, that's right..."

At my question, tears from the ruby-colored eyes melted sweetly, leaving appetizing trails on the chocolate-like skin.

Could this be on purpose?

Are the tears secretly shed by a beautiful and strong woman like yourself the most fatal temptation in the world?

"Driving me crazy"

"Yes? "Hmm!"

Her patience, which had been filled by breathing for a while, ran out in an instant, and I eventually started devouring her light pink lips again like an animal.

Her breath that I sucked in roughly was sweet, and her tongue that dug into my mouth in search of her stolen breath was soft.

In return, I slowly gave her back the breath I had hastily taken from her, and this time, my tongue started roughly licking the inside of her mouth.

Everything in her mouth was sweet, like licking a candy.

From pearl-smooth teeth, soft tongue, hot breath and slushy dew.

Her ruby-colored eyes melted as she tasted each and every one of them, and the more she tasted them, the more vitality of her body grew uncontrollably, and her arms and tongue naturally tightened around the female body.

"Chueup!"

As her breath came and went, the sensual sound of water leaked out through the gap that opened for a moment, and as she regained her breath through the gap, her woman's eyes returned, albeit slightly.

Her eyes, which had been melting like cherries in sugar, became hard again with determination and energy like rubies, and the woman grabbed my head and took my breath away, as if it was my turn this time.

"Chueup...Chuup..!"

"Hmm...!"

The woman's eyes slowly regain their light as they exchange breaths.

When I saw the innocence and desire sparkling in her eyes, I had to admit to her that she was my prey.

I gained the upper hand through a surprise attack, but she realized that she was a born hunter by nature.

The vitality and muscles hidden beneath beautifully decorated clothes were not a sweet poison but a fatal trap.

The delicate hands that entangled my neck and head pulled me in like a noose, and the gracefully curved legs entangled my waist like a trap.

This is what happened.

I laughed bitterly inwardly at the absurdity of my transformation in an instant.

This time, the woman stole my breath from her and stretched out her tongue and began to explore my mouth, just like I did.

However, unlike the powerful way she grabbed me, the woman's attack was clumsy.

"Puhup!"

"Phew!"

Her feminine tongue fiercely dug into my mouth like the spear of an advancing female warrior.

However, because she was so energetic, her tongue grazed my molars and the fishy taste of blood spread into her mouth.

The woman shaking her shoulder in pain and me laughing at her cute mistake.

Naturally, the two of us parted our lips and made a brief truce.

"Queunnng..."

"Are you okay? "Do you think it will hurt a lot?"

The ruby-colored eyes, stained with lust and shame, glared at me fiercely, but I whirled around, fueling the shame.

"Profit! "Whew, see later!"

"What? Say it one more time. "It was so cute?"

"Iik! "Go, let go!"

Even if I say that in a tongue-in-cheek voice, there is no point.

It's just cute.

"I saw it again. Atalanta"

"Ok? Uh, from Angers. "Did you hug me?"

"Of course I know. "How can I forget the woman who attacked me so violently?"

"Well, that's lying down... My, I'm Mingan..."

Oh my.

I tried to hold back because I thought it would break the mood, but I just couldn't do it.

"Puhahahaha!"

"Hey!"

The gap is so huge.

It's snow that's melted so mushy that you can't even think of it as a vicious eye with poison rising up from it.

Just yesterday, it was impossible to imagine that it was aiming for a place that could not even be described as my feet, with its graceful limbs entangling my neck and waist with such preciousness.

And even a tongue and mouth so sweet that it is unbelievable that they poured out curses in response to evil.

Each of them made me happy, and each of them was beyond endearing.

"Oh, shit. "Did you cast some kind of magic?"

Until this morning, she was a girl who felt sorry for her and thought she was in a bit of a shock.

A young hero who I thought was too young to embrace.

In an instant, she looks like a woman you want to embrace in her arms and lust after all night long.

She had doubts as to whether the golden arrow of Eros, which she had only heard about, had come flying.

When I saw those bright ruby-colored eyes, I thought it would be nice.

"Profit! Let go! "I belong to the river!"

"Oguogu, I don't know what you're saying."

As I sneered and teased her, Atalanta, red-faced with shame, started struggling, wiping her beautiful clothes with her feet as if she had cut them in the twilight, wondering where she had gotten them as a gift.

"Calm down and open your mouth before you get hurt again."

"To?"

I looked at Atalanta, who opened her eyes like a rabbit surprised by my words, and covered her lips again.

He carefully pulled out her injured tongue and licked it slowly, as if tasting her blood.

Then the sweet liquid that remained on my tongue healed the wound, and when I opened my mouth, there was no longer the fishy taste of blood.

"Uh...?"

"As expected, it was an elixir containing the power of healing. "I received something precious."

As the kiss continues, the body recovers and becomes full.

In addition to Atalanta's body odor, it was the power of the liquid with the strange scent of seaweed.

The love and lust that had settled down in a crazy burst of laughter flew away, and only then did the surrounding situation come into view.

"Should I stop waking up?"

"Eh...Eh? "Really?"

Atalanta looked at me as if asking if I was serious about what I said.

The lustful desire in her eyes still flickered like a lingering fire, and the limbs that bound me still had no intention of letting go.

Atalanta wanted to covet me, like a fire that once lit and wouldn't go out. It was the same for me too.

It was not a good time to continue.

◈ Chapter 32 - Oath of the River Styx

"Tsk!"

"Uh? "Aaaaah!"

The elegant huntress screamed as I stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist and neck, laughing, but when I came to, she was already in my arms like a koala.

"Wow!? Now, wait! "This is so embarrassing!?"

"Let's see... Wow, I had a great time."

Maybe I was feeling playful for the first time in a while, but I had no intention of letting go of Atalanta, who was struggling in my arms.

Atalanta, who was a little smaller than me, rested her chin on my shoulder and made a small struggle to let go of her body.

Contrary to her words, her body was honest, and soon she began to wriggle and slowly snuggle into my arms.

"Hmph!"

"Yes, yes, you're good, right?"

What should I say? Could it be that the golden arrow of her true Eros penetrated her self and her self?

I didn't want to part from the warmth of these arms, and Atalanta buried her head in my shoulder, blushing as much as her hair.

At that sight, I quietly laughed, placed my arms around his buttocks to make it easier to hug him, patted his now red head, and slowly looked around.

The Colosseum, which had been so strong until just a moment ago, looked as if it would collapse at the slightest blow, with only the skeleton remaining, and the aftermath seemed to have spread to the forest, so part of the forest beyond the ruins had been blown away.

Still, the good news is that there were no casualties and there was no smell of blood or anyone's moans.

"Queunnng..."

"No, were there any victims left?"

"I guess not? As soon as you started fighting, the nymphs and centaurs evacuated, and the others also evacuated, led by Jason and Theseus.

"Why didn't the noble huntress go?"

"...I don't know!"

A beautiful red-haired girl tapping my shoulder with a bright red face.

It must be a man's inevitable instinct to feel playful at the sight of that pretty appearance.

"Hey... Don't ignore me..."

But what is this sound that sounds like a dying wild boar?

I slowly turned my head and saw Hercules crawling on the ground, having turned into a night tiger.

"Ouch! "Please, get off quickly!"

Atalanta screamed and escaped from her arms at the fact that someone other than me and herself was watching. Actually, she had nothing to worry about.

I tried to dodge the tree trunk-sized forearms and legs and only hit my face.

Because I was beaten so hard, my whole face was swollen and I couldn't even see.

"Are you alive?"

"Phew! Phew! "That's right."

Hercules smiled as if he was relieved, wondering where the beast that had lost its temper earlier had gone, and looked somewhat relieved.

"Ugh...! "It's the first time since I was born that I've been hit like this."

"This is the first time I have experienced such a harsh attack since I was born."

"Puhahahaha! "Thank you for that!"

Hercules, with a puffy face as if he was happy, tilted his neck and laughed.

Haha... Haha, I guess I should apologize first."

"Hey, don't move. "The wound opens up"

To be honest, the wound on my face from being punched is just a light bruise, so it's okay.

Hercules, who had been hit directly by a river, had five clear scars on his chest.

"Keu... This is it...!"

"Hey Atalanta, don't you have the elixir that cured me?"

"Uh!? Rain, you mean elixir? "I used it all up earlier?"

"Ok? Is it really Atalanta next to you now? Ouch, ouch...!"

Atalanta shook her head in a panic, and Hercules frowned at the voice and complained that he was in pain.

"Is this big, lazy guy making such a fuss with his swollen face?"

"Where did I go to get beaten like this? Ugh...It hurts..."

I glared at Hercules, wondering what he was talking about, but the guy pouted his lips as if he was truly aggrieved.

"Did you really put something on your fist? Other than Master Chiron, this is the first time I've had a fist that hurts like this?"

That's because in the 10,000-year history of the Heavenly Demon Church, it was a monster's martial art that achieved the position of leader solely by punching and kicking.

It is said that there was a master who went to school with a bizarre declaration that he would try to beat the rising martial arts that used only martial arts skills.

Even the demons and the political factions pointed fingers at him, calling him crazy, but under his fists, the famous martial arts factions of the Jungwon martial arts clan collapsed one by one, and in the end, even the leader of Shaolin bowed his head.

It is said that people in the world were in awe of him and called him Mugeuktuma.

Eventually, he returned to the church and ascended to the position of leader of the church according to the law of strong self-respect, and by practicing the Heavenly Demon Divine Technique, he achieved the state of unity with the mind, energy, and body trinity.

Thus, this worldly fighter who overcame even death will later become the one who defeated the Grim Reaper in the Three Kingdoms of Heaven and kidnapped me.

"Did it hurt that much?"

"Ugh, what should I say? "Does it feel like it's going through the muscle and hitting the bone directly?"

Oh, Master Tuma. You succeeded.

His fresh punches were recognized by the most famous external attack powerhouse in human history.

"Keuung... Tskcha...!"

"Hey, just lie down. "What are you doing getting up again?"

"Haha... Wait a minute, you make the sheath while the knife is hot."

Hercules stood up despite me trying to stop him, and immediately knelt down in front of me.

"...What are you doing?"

Despite my question, Hercules just laughed, and then he pounded his chest, which was bleeding profusely, with his fist and shouted.

"I'm sorry, and thank you. Even though I was injured and fell during the fight due to my shortcomings, I couldn't accept defeat and went crazy, causing trouble to you.

Son of Alcmene, descendant of Zeus, with the grace of Hera, swears by the River Styx,

"If you call me at any time, I will put everything aside and run to repay this debt."

"What?"

"S-You swore on the River Styx!?"

Oath on the River Styx!

Her oath, which she gives her name to the goddess of the river that flows with her fate in the underworld, is a punishment worse than her own death if she breaks it.

But why would she say such a heavy oath just because she lost her temper during a fight?

I opened my mouth in surprise, and Atalanta covered her mouth in surprise as well.

What's so good is that this muscular Jammin giggles to himself and stretches out again.

"No, if you fight, you might lose your mind and go on a rampage. "Why are you rushing so quickly!?"

"Phew, no. "Only at this level can it be said that it is the responsibility of a great hero."

Still, compared to all the fuss being made, there was no magical effect, so I was just about to reassure myself that it was just an implicit rule.

-Cow!

A huge weight ran down my spine, forming a chain between me and Hercules.

"..."

"Oh oh...?"

A cool weight came out, carrying the oath of Hercules and falling into the river of fate below.

I could feel this immature hero's oath being engraved on the River Styx.

"Hwiyu~ I didn't know it would really activate. "Do you think I'm kind of amazing?"

"Hey you wild boar... Is this something to laugh at?"

I clenched my eyes and scolded him, but the incident had already happened.

Even this guy, living in Greece, wouldn't know how heavy the Oath of Styx is and what weight it holds when truly activated. How can you suddenly swear an oath like that?

Even when it was activated directly, it felt like someone was hitting my head with a hammer.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. "I know very well how heavy this oath is."

"Would a bastard who knows that make an oath like that? "A young bastard?"

"I don't think there's much of an age difference between you and me...Kehehehe."

Even the gods, who are invincible, laugh off an oath that is so easily uttered out of fear of repercussions if it is broken. Should I call it a heroic distribution, or should I call it a crazy person?

It's a strange situation where I'm more upset about the person who took the oath than the person who took the oath.

However, Hercules' face hardened and he looked up at me.

"I don't just make an oath as an apology or a debt. "Thanks to you, I really learned a lot."

Tattered limbs, five bloody scars on the chest.

Looking down at this, Hercules continued speaking.

"I was so arrogant. The forest outside is full of strong people like you.

"In this small forest, I was so absorbed in the other guys' games that I was neglecting my training and learning."

Uh...?

Wait, is there some misunderstanding?

"I feel like my eyes have been opened thanks to you. To meet another teacher like this in this forest!

"I'm counting my teeth on my body, but I wonder if I'm afraid of swearing or anything like that!"

Something, something is very something.

He's clearly mistaken about something.

Even if you go out there, there is no one like you, and there is no way there is anyone like the guys who served as your subordinates in this forest.

"Hey, wait a minute?"

"I will learn more and train even more. "I wish you the best in the future!"

They say that Noontaeng became Bamtaengi, but he was also a great Greek hero.

The pure respect that came with such majestic spirit made me feel dizzy.

"Wow, this is my first time seeing Hercules asking someone for a favor."

"Atalanta..."

It was Atalanta who innocently whispered to me as she poked my side, unaware of other people's speed.

◈ Chapter 33 - Visit of Hermes

Chariklo, the forest's mistress and manager, faints when she sees the half-destroyed Colosseum.

There was a small incident where Asclepius burst out laughing when he saw Hercules covered in blood. In the end, I was taken to the treatment center again.

"It's only been two days since I entered school, and I don't know anything about this forest except the treatment center and the Colosseum."

Haha, as soon as I came, I searched the whole forest. There was a rumor back then.

"Hermes hid Talaria."

Hercules, who was lying next to me, boasted to me of his mummy shape wrapped in bandages.

"Talaria?"

What fairy name is this?

As I tilted my head at the slightly unfamiliar word, Atalanta, who was sitting next to her, quietly whispered in my ear.

"These are Hermes' winged sandals."

"Ah... That's called Talaria."

I didn't know that.

Amman is said to be a myth of universal culture, but even I don't know everything, so there were little holes in my common sense like this.

Well, I just don't know a few of these details.

To be honest, everyone will remember the crappy staff with two snakes carried by the messenger of the gods and the original trickster, but the shoes that let you fly are the ones I remember the most.

I also went for a walk in the sky, but the sandals that let you fly aren't that impressive.

"Didn't gods fly in the first place?"

"If you happen to meet Hermes, don't say something like that? Hermes' Talaria is not just simple flight; it is truly a magical sandal that allows you to fly faster than a flying bird. "How proud are you?"

It is said that Hermes, the messenger of the gods, occasionally visits this forest to have business with Chiron. Therefore, it is said that the children of Hermes have a better relationship with their father than the children of other gods.

"Last time, Hermes gathered his sons together to hunt for treasures and played a trick, but the hidden treasures were..."

"What was it?"

"I don't know!"

Atalanta shook her head as if she was embarrassed to say anything more, and Hercules, who was staring at her, asked me with a puzzled look.

"Dianes"

"What are you again?"

"How on earth can you turn a hedgehog into a docile sheep in just one day if you headbutt it?"

What?

Aside from the absurdity of wondering what this meant, I could roughly understand Hercules' question.

It seems like a very long time has passed, but it's only been three days since I came to this forest.

The match against Atalanta, which I ended with a fierce headbutt, was only yesterday.

I'm sure other guys, including this guy, would think the same thing if they saw Atalanta sticking to me.

"The other guys are still amazed. "How on earth can you knock out that chimera-like female hunter in one hit?"

"Hercules?"

"Was it a month or two before you came? "There was a time when a wild boar in this forest turned the whole forest upside down, and Atalanta attacked him and said he would kill it and sacrifice it to Artemis."

"Hey, Hackle?"

"The berserker who jumped up and attacked me with his sword even after being attacked by a wild boar the size of a pack, and now that female hunter with honey dripping from her eyes because she doesn't want to get away from you... Uh, um."

How many times have I noticed this?

This huntress who is squeezing my hand like a rag right now is the berserker you were talking about.

It wasn't until the very end that this wild boar-like hero caught the hint I tried to throw with a smile.

"Ooh,haha! "That means that the beautiful female hunter is extraordinary..."

Our prospective great hero is trying to gloss over it with a laugh, but from the perspective of the Heavenly Demon, who has over 100 years of experience ruling the entire forest, I think it is too late at the latest.

"Hey, Dianes? "You don't know much about us Artemis hunters, do you?"

"Uh? Hmm? Yes?"

Like a benevolent saint, Atalanta stood up, elegantly unfolding her twilight-colored clothes, smiled, and slowly bent down and extended her hand under her bed.

"As hunters of Artemis, we run through the forest every night of the new moon to hunt. Deer, wild boar, and sometimes even wild animals such as bears and leopards."

It's scary, I don't know why, but it's really scary.

The beautiful female hunter with whom I had passionately kissed earlier.

The soft female body in her arms and the ruby-colored eyes she looked at me were still fascinating.

This was because all the elements bowed under the bed were emitting a tingling, deadly force like a blade.

The good news is that it is not aimed at me, but at the idiot sitting next to me.

"Among them, there were ugly men who entered the goddess's hunting grounds without knowing how to behave and tried to humiliate her female hunters."

"Oh, I know that well."

On Passos Island, I almost got turned into a headless corpse by the goddess of hunters.

'Oh, come to think of it, I've been forgetting about the magical energy I absorbed back then?'

The amount was not much, but in terms of the purity of the energy, it was purer than any other Zendo master I have seen.

Paradoxically, they were obviously younger than her and less pure than her, but they were like immortals and immortals, to the point where they could turn into fables at the slightest touch.

Is it because the moon is in charge of her, or is she just born that way to eat? That goddess was just a pure psychopath with 0% additives.

I think I tried to make someone's head look like it was my head by sniping from a distance, but then I got distracted by the bullshit that I was supposed to come out proudly, so I started firing off some crazy bullshit.

Surely she won't come after me here to get revenge because of that?

"Khahahaha! So, are you going to catch me now? Atalanta, I understand that you are fascinated by Eros' golden arrow and want to show off your cool side in front of your lover."

"Woman, lover?!"

"Ah, are you reacting to that comment there?"

I'll think about it later whether it's the moon goddess or the light years of the moonlit night.

I think Atalanta's father, who is said to be the king of Arcadia, has deep karma.

I made my daughter, such an active and emotional beautiful girl, grow up to be such a poisonous light-year.

"I am Archimedes. Hercules carries on the blood of Zeus with the glory of Hera on his back! "Do you think it would be better for Master Chiron, your lover Dianeth, or me to get an arrow stuck in my body?"

Shouted the great hero with his entire face covered in bandages.

With that confident statement, our lovely female hunter...

"For your information, I was the one who received a request from Asclepius last month to shoot poisoned arrows?"

He responded with a cold smile.

But what did you get sniped at?

"...Was it you!?"

Oh, this is kind of refreshing.

Hercules, who had been smiling like a man even after being hit by me with a long spear, was shocked and turned pale.

"Because there was still some poison left over from that time, Asclepius even allowed me to bring in weapons to keep an eye on the wild boar if I were to stay at the treatment center."

With a grin, Atalanta took out an arrow and plunged the arrowhead into the poison bottle! Soaked.

"For a moment! "I'm in a bad mood..!"

"Are you okay. Because it's a paralyzing poison, you'll be able to sleep soundly without Hypnos coming to visit."

Even so, Hercules would have difficulty moving due to the aftereffects of the Byeokpa River.

Wouldn't it be a bit dangerous to receive a poisoned arrow?

"Dianeth, you don't have to look at me like that. That wild boar spoke a little nicely, but as he said, he shot an arrow.

"That body doesn't even have a scratch."

"No, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt! Besides, you're targeting the exact wound from Dianeth right now?!"

Is she also the daughter of Artemis?

Atalanta targets the affected area precisely and Hercules is horrified by this.

Hercules sent a silent request for help to me with his face covered in bandages, but looking back on his life in martial arts politics that spanned over a hundred years.

I thought it would be more beneficial in many ways to just quietly disappear and watch.

By the way, it is poisonous enough to astonish a natural external attack expert who can't even use a knife.

Come to think of it, I heard quite a bit about that vision while organizing the party song.

I didn't learn poison at the time, but since it is a mythical world where there is a vision of a Tang family who substitutes poison for poison, and poisons more deadly than imagined, I decided to practice poison as a test and later ask Asclepius if I could get a few bottles.

"Atalanta!"

"Hi! "S-Master!"

Atalanta was about to turn Hercules into a hedgehog.

Chiron came into the hospital room, clicking her hooves.

Haha! After all, they are little heroes! "I'm full of energy even when I'm injured!"

Chiron wiped her face as if he was tired, and a handsome young man came in behind him, chuckling.

Before I even wondered who I was.

Atalanta, who was holding an arrow, and Hercules, who was carrying it in front of her, were startled and bowed in greeting.

"Lord Hermes!?"

"Oh, I meet the messenger of Olympus"

Hermes.

Herald of the gods, god of shepherds, thieves, and tricksters.

The pleasant-looking young man with curly blonde hair was the second Olympian god I met.

◈ Chapter 34 - Protogenoi's Relatives

Hermes looked.

A golden thunderbolt, resembling the divine power of his father Zeus, struck Hercules' fist.

The justification given by Zeus for cheating on Hera by hurting her so much.

It was the moment when the saying that it was to create human heroes to prepare for Gigantomachia was revealed to be true.

Numerous heroes of Zeus' bloodline have shaken up all of Greece, but there has never been before or since Hercules who awakened the blood of the gods in the body of a half-human and half-god and manifested divine power.

... His thoughts were shattered in just one second.

A golden thunderbolt that was thrilling even to Hermes, and as Diane was trying to catch it head-on, a black divine power resembling the deep night sky appeared in both arms.

However, what is even more surprising is that unlike Hercules, who simply manifested energy in his fists, Dianes possessed divine power.

It was operated very skillfully.

The young divine power in both arms instantly transformed into a black hole that swallowed everything, and all of that huge golden divine power was absorbed.

Of course, the aftermath was not small, and the black-haired hero also collapsed, bleeding all over his body.

From Hermes' perspective, it was a major event in which two great heroes who even displayed divine power appeared in one generation.

He was about to fly up to inform his father Zeus as soon as possible.

"Hermes"

"!? W, Your Majesty!?"

Queen Hera always leads the land goddesses and queens in the highest temple of Olympus.

She sits side by side with the throne of Zeus, the only one who gave her, and she is also the godmother who breast-fed Hermes and raised him.

She looked down at him from her cloud and slowly motioned for him to come here.

Even Hermes, who was wandering all over Greece with all his might, would just meekly follow the gesture.

Haha! Hera! I can't believe we meet so suddenly. I think it's worth it for me to work hard for the gods. "I have the good fortune of meeting Her Majesty, the most elegant and beautiful queen in the world!"

Hera also smiled lightly and lightly slapped her hand in response to the cheerful greeting of Hermes, who gently landed on Hera's cloud and bowed to her.

"Your greetings are always pleasing to the ears. Hermes"

"Even if I were a rock rolling on that mountain, I would become a bard if I met Hera.

"I won't be able to cut you down without praising your elegant appearance!"

In my head, I had 1,475 possible answers to the question 'Why is Her Majesty the Queen here?'

While furiously calculating what kind of mail storm the results based on the predictions would cause.

On the outside, it was Hermes, smiling brightly and praising her smoothly, as if he was overjoyed to meet the queen of the gods.

And the queen opened her mouth, looking at the beautiful humorist, the messenger of the gods.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Yes?"

"..."

Should I waste any more okyin?

The silent smile that asked weighed heavily on Hermes' shoulders.

"Uh, well... That's Herani..."

"..."

"That's it... Chiron! "I have some money to repay Chiron..."

"..."

I'm in big trouble.

The reason why Hermes is working hard even though he is sweating profusely.

Not only was Hercules, currently the hottest potato in Olympus, involved, but Chiron and the best and worst situation he predicted had become reality.

Oh my god.

The pure-blooded Protogenoi have appeared in this land once again.

They were born at the beginning of the world and will exist even after the end of the world. They were absolute beings that even the mighty Zeus could not oppose.

And wasn't the representative child created by such protogenoi Typhon, the mighty storm titan who once even brought down Olympus?

The mighty giant who was born through the union of Gaia of the earth and Tartarus of the abyss received his mother's command.

He rose from the abyss to judge Olympus.

When he raised his head, the stars in the sky shattered and pounded the earth, and as he stretched out his arms and grasped the sea and the earth, a tsunami and earthquake turned the whole world upside down.

Even Talaria, whom he boasted about, was torn to pieces as he could not withstand the storm that surrounded him, and when his eyes burning hotter than the sun glared at Olympus.

The twelve great gods all sensed destruction, and even the mighty Zeus suffered the humiliation of being defeated by him and having his tendons cut off.

However, Typhon, who regained his strength through the wit of Hermes and his son Pan and was given mortal fate by the goddess of fate, was eventually pierced by Zeus's thunderbolt and sealed beneath Hephaestus' volcano.

If you look at it up to this point, it would have been a story that would end with everyone applauding and saying, "It's all well and good."

The memory of that day was still good in Hermes' mind.

When he brought his father Zeus back to life by tricking him on Mount Arima.

Typhon's eyes staring at him.

The burning eyes, which seemed to have created all the destruction and anger in the world, left a huge scar inside Hermes that could not be erased even with nectar.

Whenever the messenger of the gods closed his eyes for a moment and rested, his eyes always came.

The giant's roar full of anger, two burning eyes glaring at him.

However, in the dream, Hermes did not have Talaria, the winged sandal, nor did his father Zeus exist to protect him.

When he crouches on the mountainside, screaming like a helpless child, the angry giant laughs at him.

The dream ended with me crushing him to death like a bug.

Unable to overcome the pain, he went to Hypnos, the god of dreams, and begged him, and then went to Apollo and fell asleep as if he would faint.

He tried asking to play.

It was all just for a moment, but the memory of that day, which had penetrated his dream, grabbed hold of Hermes and did not let go.

"Hera"

"Okay"

"Hera... You saw it too, right?"

It was unknown why the Queen of the Gods visited the school of these young heroes.

Hera must have also seen the divine power shown by the child named Dianes.

"This... I must tell my father about this."

If that black-haired hero realizes his blood, gains his godhood, and rises to the rank of god.

Perhaps the world would face a second Typhon.

"The oracle given by my father Zeus was correct. The great hero of Gigantomachia was born, and Gigas will eventually appear. But if that child sides with Gigas and the Titans...!"

Like a frightened child, Hermes knelt before the queen and held her head.

The nightmare of Typhon rose again and oppressed the merry jokesters of the gods.

"Hermes"

Hera, sensing that something was unusual, reached out to him, but Hermes, crouched on the ground, was trembling pathologically.

"Those eyes are still glaring at me. The giant arms are holding the title. The feet that are breaking the earth are trampling my legs. I can hear the sneer. The sneer continues to echo in my head..."

Hermes' condition was more serious than expected.

Perhaps seeing the pure blooded protogenoi again brought back memories of Typhon.

Hera, sensing the seriousness of this, stiffened her face and forcibly grabbed Hermes' shoulder to raise him up and make eye contact.

"Hermes!"

"...Omg!?"

The warm and powerful divine power pulled Hermes, who was about to sink into his memories, back to reality.

Hermes, covered in cold sweat, looked at his godmother, breathing heavily.

"Heh, Hera-sama...H-what the hell am I..."

"It's our fault. "I'm sorry."

Hera said in a quiet voice as she slowly wiped Hermes' sweaty forehead, taking off the shawl she had wrapped around his shoulders.

"Because you are always cheerful and lively, others and even me didn't know that you had such a serious wound. As your godmother, I had to take care of your scars from fighting the mighty Typhon until the end."

Each time the queen's hand wiped his forehead, the vision of Typhon burning before his eyes slowly faded away.

Every time a quiet tone swept through his ears, the giant's screams that had been piercing his mind quieted down.

The beautiful-eyed goddess smiled into his sweat-soaked shoulder shawl as Hermes looked her in the eye again.

Typhon's nightmare that had gripped Hermes had completely disappeared.

"Are you calming down now?"

"Ugh...S-sorry...For such a disgraceful act..."

Seeing Hermes bowing his head in a hushed voice, perhaps because he was unusually embarrassed, Hera giggled and comforted him as if to lighten the mood.

"Kkkk! "Stop it, I doubt you're that sly kid who pretended to be Ares and stole my milk."

"Kkeuuuuu...

I didn't know much about Zeus' windy ways, so I didn't know much about him, but Hera was a goddess who smiled often and enjoyed meeting other people.

Hera, smiling cheerfully for the first time in a long time and facing her adopted son, was in a more benevolent mood than usual.

"I don't know what you're worried about. "But leave Diane's work to me and don't tell Zeus about it."

"Yes?! Ha, but no matter how much Hera cares for that child..."

"Shh, it's not like that. "Calm down."

It's not that she didn't have such feelings, but Hera wanted to keep the identity of Dianes secret from Zeus.

"...You are not the only one who suffered irreparable damage from Typhon."

◈ Chapter 35 - Story of the Gods